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 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 801
Snapshot: May 2, 2010Page 33 of 52    (12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52)
I sit here, sipping my cigarette,
smoking my allongé,
waiting for a poem.

A bus goes by, another one,
and I’m waiting for a poem.

Several people go by, one
looks at me, but I’m
sipping on my memories,
smoking my brain and
waiting for a poem
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 802
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Snapshot: May 1, 2010
Posted: 5/1/2010 9:32:18 AM
'waiting for a poem....'

the sun's shining
glass door is open
screen door is closed
my two cats are basking in the rays
breathing the fresh air....

a delicate brown bird
with a very long beak
hops into view
eating sunflower seeds
fallen from the feeder high above....

one cat starts talking 'bird speak'
the other jumps on the table
very still...silently watching....

the bird continues to hop and munch
and i, the voyeur, witness the drama unfolding....

suddenly my male cat, no longer able to control himself,
jumps with a loud clatter as high as he can
dangling now from the top of the screen door,
stranded there, claws caught in the screen....

the bird squawks and also jumps
flying to the closest tree
now preening...perhaps the way birds calm down...
(perhaps the way cats and people calm down too)

i foolishly scold my helpless cat for following his instincts
creating more large holes in the screen door
allowing insects easy entry....

all the more fun for my cats

 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 803
Snapshot: May 1, 2010
Posted: 5/1/2010 11:55:50 AM
Weare1: Thank you for that and for showing how waiting can be a form of creation.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 804
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Snapshot: May 1, 2010
Posted: 5/1/2010 1:35:21 PM
as you did, jer, which inspired me....
i especially loved these lines of yours...

but I’m
sipping on my memories,
smoking my brain

perfect imagery
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 805
Snapshot: May 1, 2010
Posted: 5/2/2010 8:37:00 PM
Some smoke until they die
(let them be)
Some carry on in meaning
(let them go)
Some settle wisely into everything.
(let them be)

One saw a being stumble
Exact is never wrong.
stand aside, then act.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 806
Snapshot: May 1, 2010
Posted: 5/3/2010 4:58:27 AM

Some smoke until they die
(let them be)
Some carry on in meaning
(let them go)
Some settle wisely into everything.
(let them be)

One saw a being stumble
Exact is never wrong.
stand aside, then act.


I love the gnomic quality of this. Thanks
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 807
Snapshot: May 3, 2010
Posted: 5/3/2010 6:35:23 AM
A boy whose face is configured
in a frieze of dense stupidity
plods forward
against a wall of light rain
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 808
Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/5/2010 7:58:47 AM
An elderly Jew
sits on a slatted bench
outside the “Old Continental
Strictement Kacher,”
his hands apparently
at rest on his knees
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 809
Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/13/2010 8:57:27 PM
There was more than common resignation
in a folded hand, on a lap, holding memories.

Each of these old eyes are beyond replacing.
What I will miss ...cannot be spoken.
We are feathers in more than any wind.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 810
Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/14/2010 4:43:16 AM

There was more than common resignation
in a folded hand, on a lap, holding memories.

Each of these old eyes are beyond replacing.
What I will miss ...cannot be spoken.
We are feathers in more than any wind.


Lovely! Especially "What I will miss ...cannot be spoken". Bless you.
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 811
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Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/16/2010 12:36:34 AM
I find myself feeling sorry for stupidity boy and his dense stoic self in the rain....
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 812
Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/16/2010 4:36:31 AM

I find myself feeling sorry for stupidity boy and his dense stoic self in the rain....


Thank you, Brizo. I didn't feel altogether comfortable writing and posting that one, but it was what I saw. I wondered at my presumption at describing his face the way I did and hoped I was not implying that he had chosen to be "stupid."
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 813
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Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/16/2010 11:50:10 AM
Jer, you were not being unkind, just making an observation. Like you say, a snapshot. His life may or may not actually reflect what you saw, but you made a true observation in the moment. Maybe being dull and stoic was the only way to deal with the light rain, lol...
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 814
Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/16/2010 12:12:36 PM

Jer, you were not being unkind, just making an observation. Like you say, a snapshot. His life may or may not actually reflect what you saw, but you made a true observation in the moment. Maybe being dull and stoic was the only way to deal with the light rain, lol...


Some of us may be born stupid but the ones who are to be deplored are those who choose stupidity or work at getting to that state. Worst of all may be those who think it's "clever" to be stupid!
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 815
Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/17/2010 11:11:10 PM
I saw Professor whats his name
uttering a spiel, based on a very good base.

I never understood what stupid meant.
Other than throwing your garbage out some car window
now! that is stupid.

Here between what I know, what I see...
Both can be somewhat..similar.

I always prefer Sunrise, Sunset.
Some eyes reflect stunning secrets.

In the moment that I die...
let me see the sky.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 816
Snapshot: May 5, 2010
Posted: 5/18/2010 7:42:37 AM

I saw Professor whats his name
uttering a spiel, based on a very good base.

I never understood what stupid meant.
Other than throwing your garbage out some car window
now! that is stupid.

Here between what I know, what I see...
Both can be somewhat..similar.

I always prefer Sunrise, Sunset.
Some eyes reflect stunning secrets.

In the moment that I die...
let me see the sky.


I love poems, such as this one, that seem to wander from topic to apparently unrelated topic, and then do a final, quite unexpected flip-flop at the end!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 817
Snapshot: May 20, 2010
Posted: 5/20/2010 6:28:24 AM
A certain woman,
much overweight,
displaying fury
on her mottled red face,
walks her tiny dog
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 818
Snapshot: May 20, 2010
Posted: 5/22/2010 10:45:08 PM
I love this one Alyosha. Its been a long time since I
have read one of your snapshots. Too long.

Her stories had more than colour
her stories had a fury that
only inhabits those were once young.

When she made a point
she jumped forward
Leaning back...
them blue flashing eyes
pinned me.

Am I mistaken when I silently
listen, does any sky open?
Upon a strident command.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 819
Snapshot: May 20, 2010
Posted: 5/23/2010 6:25:43 AM

Her stories had more than colour
her stories had a fury that
only inhabits those were once young.

When she made a point
she jumped forward
Leaning back...
them blue flashing eyes
pinned me.

Am I mistaken when I silently
listen, does any sky open?
Upon a strident command.


I love it when one of my snapshots or other poems provide a springboard for one of your own, often as lovely and true to the life of what I have tried to represent. Thank you.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 820
Snapshot: May 25, 2010
Posted: 5/25/2010 12:49:56 PM
A man lopes by
so tall I imagine him
bent in two,
towering over me
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 821
Snapshot: May 25, 2010
Posted: 5/25/2010 11:09:05 PM
Gray has nothing to do with
why you arrived. Why you
breathe in each day, why
you turned away, it was only
a small task. When you die...
Gray does not miss you.
I miss you.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 822
Snapshot: May 25, 2010
Posted: 5/26/2010 8:56:23 AM

Snapshots, eh?

The Gray Zone

I hate sitting in that spot where life intersects with life and the hopes and dreams of future happenings become expectations that are really fairy tales in disguise. And you know about fairy tales. They're just fairy tales. Not even worth the time to dream the Disney-like dreams of a young child anymore. Figments of the imagination set to Technicolor and surround sound of music for the moment.

The Gray Zone. Much like the moment when dawn comes and you're not yet ready to awaken with the new day. Limbo. Psuedo purgatory. Sort of makes you want to run away again, and again each time you find yourself in the Gray Zone. Just another fork in the road. A decision to make that you don't want to make. Forced to be an adult when all the while you heart screams out "let me be a kid again", innocent and untouched. Unfazed by the hazards of the world. The Gray Zone. Choices to be made, but not the ones you'd want to make.

Funny thing about the Gray Zone. If I go to sleep....maybe, just maybe, I'll make it beyond the Gray Zone tomorrow. Then I can pretend that the choices I make are really of my own volition, not brought on by the things that I have to do. It's kinda like making the decision to go to work or call in sick. A mental health day because I'm stuck in the Gray Zone. I think I'll ponder it all tomorrow. Once I get beyond the Gray Zone of today.


Hello? Earth to Florida.. Earth to Florida.. Come in please, Florida...

I don't see what this has to do with my last or any of my other snapshots - and "snapshots" are just what they are: passersby caught in as few and as objective words as I can depict them - but I thoroughly enjoyed this bit of philosophical contemplation on life as you experience it.

Love,
Uncle
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 823
Snapshot: May 25, 2010
Posted: 5/26/2010 8:59:52 AM

Gray has nothing to do with
why you arrived. Why you
breathe in each day, why
you turned away, it was only
a small task. When you die...
Gray does not miss you.
I miss you.


Does this mean that you too have an acquaintance with the seldom heard from Lucid Moments? She's precious to me and, with you, I deplore the existence of gray in her life when it ought to be a lot of fuschia, vermillion, forest green, cobalt blue &c &c with, possibly, the very occasional gray to highlight all these other colours.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 824
Snapshot: May 27, 2010
Posted: 5/27/2010 7:07:49 AM
I broke off with L. this morning
and then unbroke off with her...

Both were acts of love, kinda,
or one of them was,
but I’m not sure which was which.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 825
Snapshot: May 27, 2010
Posted: 5/27/2010 10:48:07 PM
Here...murmur...silence
whispering feet, night as dense
as this wall I face.
Watch this fern curl
into self, watch this wind
assault every fibre , clear me.
soak me in your force.

Upon a moment of calm
What defined this grass
were my feet, what lifted my spirit
was a tendril of hair
teasing my nose.

I am lucky, I can sneeze.
I cannot erase one bit of history.
Leave me be. History repeats.
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